BobbyIce
12-06-2011, 02:28 PM
This seems more like prose I'm sure, but I prefer it be labeled a poem. I'm still raw at my attempts of expression, but this piece in particular is closer to home regionally as well as personally. Comments gladly appreciated.
Master and slave out on the field,
Sweat gathering, and finding it's way
Onto their dry tongues.
Master says:
Power of life and death is in
you're tongue son.
Slave says:
Your tongue didn't put lash on
My back. Your hands did all that.
They smack lips and their cheeks
Glisten in the Coastal Plain sun.
Heat falls up from the boiling sand.
Master says:
Wouldn't a’ ever done it if someone
Ain't tell me you'd mind from it.
Slave says:
I don't mind from it. Your hands
Got all the power that makes you
The master. My tongue been too dry
To be killin' or birthin' nothin'.
Sun stays overhead, watching
The rice come up, and all the
Men down there with dry tongues.
Master says:
So you know better than me?
You, a slave? You won't get no
Water actin' like that.
Slave says:
I can't help you wrong. I can show
You. How about this: I'm the Master
And you a damn, dirty Slave.
Master strikes with a firm
Fist, and a few lashes from the
Cain stalk, blood tasted on a dry tongue.
Master says:
I ain't gone have you speakin' to me
Like that boy, you must be done forgot
You’re place.
Slave says:
My tongue is dry, see. I'm still your
Slave, and this blood on my tongue
Show you still the Master.
Master and slave out on the field,
Sweat gathering, and finding it's way
Onto their dry tongues.
Master says:
Power of life and death is in
you're tongue son.
Slave says:
Your tongue didn't put lash on
My back. Your hands did all that.
They smack lips and their cheeks
Glisten in the Coastal Plain sun.
Heat falls up from the boiling sand.
Master says:
Wouldn't a’ ever done it if someone
Ain't tell me you'd mind from it.
Slave says:
I don't mind from it. Your hands
Got all the power that makes you
The master. My tongue been too dry
To be killin' or birthin' nothin'.
Sun stays overhead, watching
The rice come up, and all the
Men down there with dry tongues.
Master says:
So you know better than me?
You, a slave? You won't get no
Water actin' like that.
Slave says:
I can't help you wrong. I can show
You. How about this: I'm the Master
And you a damn, dirty Slave.
Master strikes with a firm
Fist, and a few lashes from the
Cain stalk, blood tasted on a dry tongue.
Master says:
I ain't gone have you speakin' to me
Like that boy, you must be done forgot
You’re place.
Slave says:
My tongue is dry, see. I'm still your
Slave, and this blood on my tongue
Show you still the Master.